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Woke up this morning thinking that I should request the violation notice and CEB order of the specific cases identified by the Ninth Circuit orders I’ve collected which cite code sections 38-3, 38-74, and 38-77. These cases included very different, but very specific, verbal descriptions of the respective violations. That practice contrasts sharply with the vague violation description in our case. So, their specific description will assist in making the argument that in our case Code Enforcement was intentionally vague in describing the violation. I hope to work on the second request for production later today after doing yard work.

I did drive over to Cielo Ct. yesterday to see if I could talk with Vera Clark. But no one was home. So, I wrote a letter I must post today.

Compare BCC, BZA, and CEB agendas.

At the same BCC meeting during which Ordinance 2016-19 was adopted, the lawyer-son of the resident of 7506 Cielo Ct, Vera Clark, appeared to ask for a zoning variance in order to avoid a pending zoning violation. At the hearing Commissioner Edwards effectively found the resident guilty of the violation. That is, he urged the variance be denied because he objected to "after-the-fact" variances. I think I would like to know more. I would like to talk to the resident, to the lawyer-son, and I would also like to review the transcript of the hearing to properly quote Edwards.

I am now receiving BCC agendas by email. I think I would like to contact the person sending the email to see if they can help me get to archived agendas that are not available on the County’s website. They may also direct me to archived agendas of the BZA and CEB.

I have found OrangeTV’s internet archive of BZA meeting videos – https://netapps.ocfl.net/Mod/meetings/2

I have created a FileMaker database that allows me to find the first, second, third, fourth, or fifth, weekday of each month for any year between 2002 to 2022. This helps to identify the date of regularly scheduled meetings of the CEB, BZA, and BCC.

I have absolutely no idea how I will reduce a collection of agendas to a comparative database that can identify people who went to the BZA after a CEB hearing.

I have collected (from general Google web-searches) BCC agendas that do reference "code enforcement action" and "code violation." This does provide some evidence that code enforcement pushes people to seek BZA and BCC approval of something. It doesn’t prove the BZA and BCC adjudicate additional violations in the process. Transcripts of these proceedings might help to do that.

Bird prices.

I still need to reach out to FWC licensees to establish bird prices and/or code enforcement interference.

I have created an email list of Orange County FWC licensees. But I’ve yet to draft an email. I am slow to resolve my concerns about their reaction to signing an affidavit, or to testifying. And I am thinking that I should do an email, get some prospects, and then ask about that, rather than ask about it in the first email.

I have also drafted an email to FWC requesting all licensees. I feel I need to cast a wider net to establish change in bird pricing. In particular, all Florida licensees would put me in touch with more bird stores … and bird stores will provide the most reliable evidence of price change.

I have thought about contacting Jerry Jennings. But I don’t want to hear him tell me how much he wants to be paid to be a professional witness. Not right now, anyway.

No one (i.e., Jen or Ellen) is really paying attention to this blog. Too bad.
Perhaps I could have done more. I certainly could have written more on the blog, or posted more curious stuff. For example, I didn’t write at all about my recent string of bad luck: first the cramped prostrate, then the cracked tooth, then the transmission failure, then the lawn mower failure, then the bike flat, etc. Of course, that all lead to reaching out and finding helpful people. A good thing. But it is curious that I never sat down here at WordsWorth to record the unbelievable cascading comedy of failure that lead me to all the help I needed to overcome the trouble.
Perhaps my ego could not shake off the burdensome feeling that I live a life unobserved.
Or, perhaps, life just gets busy.

Yesterday I was thinking of you, Ellen. I was in the backyard at Christmas dumping a garbage can full of leaves and thinking that it would be funny to set a stage with a bunch of actors dressed in Babylonian garb (whatever that is) all talking about the book that they were going to send back to Jerusalem with the returning exiles as the foundation torah (law) for that new nation, a book that would make the new nation a strong but compliant vassal of Babylon. The idea reminded me of the book you recommended to me a year ago or more, the book that started out with a conversation between the serpent in Eden and someone else I can’t remember.
This morning I’ve been thinking that it wouldn’t require any writing at all – just a good cast of all the theologians and bible historians I’ve been reading, and reading about. There really are some who think the Bible and its G-d were created, or shaped, during the Babylonian captivity, and that they were created to serve the imperialist ambitions of Babylon, in part by isolating them as the followers of a very unusual divine power (Bart Ehrman?). That, by itself, is pretty demeaning to the Jews (Amy Jill Levine) unless it is balanced by an “even if” argument; even if man created G-d, G-d then is lose in the world as an independent, untamable creator. And there’s a Gifford Lecture on that, exploring whether G-d is an inevitable result of human psychology, and regardless whether once created G-d then has independent creative power. So, the question then turns to whether that lose, independent, untamable, G-d is an improvement, a light to the world. And that requires, at least, some discussion of all the things people love to hate about G-d, beginning with, well, the beginning, Genesis. I think I’d like to talk to Jeff Benner about that. He looks at all the pictographs behind the letters that shape the words chosen to map the logic of the increasing divisions of G-d’s creation, beginning with the very big – light and dark – and increasing beyond the murder of Abel by his brother over the division between the favored and unfavored. Anyway… Maybe, since the performance would end up being like a long elaborate lecture, members of the audience with questions could be dressed as Babylonian walk-ons, like SAK comedy lab.
That’s where my mind goes when I’m thinking of you Ellen, daughter of Jen, wife of Zach, mother of … (invention?)!

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head, I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it’s a very very
Mad world, mad world

Children waiting for the day, they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher, tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it’s a very very
Mad world, mad world
Enlarge your world
Mad world

My thesis is simple: if you’ve found something in the Bible that conflicts with what you know, you haven’t yet found the truth the author is making. The truth for me in the creation stories of Genesis is a legal truth; the heavens and earth, etc., were not made by mankind; no ruler, no man, or woman, can claim or own them. The truth about the "thirteenth rib" and other supernatural events is the decided (judged) ambiguity they represent. These few statements this morning deserve more energy than I have today. Still, I wanted to get them down before I turn to other things.

Sending this out to you Ellen! It’s got it all. Wheels. Masks. And an "angel" picking up the pieces of a Sad Story.

 "Sad Story (Out Of Luck)"

A sad story.

Might find it boring.

 

Lost his mum to a drug named heroin.

Father’s gone.

So, grandma’s left with everything –

two grandkids and a daughter’s coffin.

 

I never really knew him when he was growing up.

But I assumed that it was a little fucked –

no parents for him to look up to –

just a brother whom I knew was a dodgy fuck.

 

Shit!

I used to think he was a dick –

tried too hard to fit,

and never grew out of it

 

Now he don’t talk too much, talk too much

He’s probably given up, given up

I think he’s had enough, had enough

Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck

 

Never left his home town.

That’s what probably did it.

Never saw the other worlds;

he didn’t want to go and get it.

Occupied by fitting in where minds are small,

where small things

make the small kids feel so tall.

 

Will he ever change?

 

Well, apparently

He reapplied for college and was waiting for his grades.

It wouldn’t help his case…

Oh, I couldn’t ever say.

 

Now he don’t talk too much, talk too much

He’s probably given up, given up

I think he’s had enough, had enough

Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck

 

But, wait, my life’s out!

A night out!

Brothers in town.

Sum the doubt:

a few fights now; kicked out clubs…

 

Shit!

The suns up!

 

One look’s all it took

for his girl to cuss another.

 

Dudes being dudes,

they blow at the chest –

to impress these breasts

that’d just started this mess.

 

They must protect the damsel in distress?!

So, other girl’s man decides to clench his fists.

 

And then, he threw and missed.

Brother’s hit.

As did his –

dropped him quick.

Then one kick

to the head…

Oh, shit!

Other man is dead.

 

Now he don’t talk too much, talk too much

He’s probably given up, given up

I think he’s had enough, had enough

Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck

 

And now he’s locked away –

21 years of age.

 

How many lives must go to waste –

fathers’ graves –

until I see some fucking change?

 

Oh!

And I don’t even know why.

We can change it too!

Find one another now!

I want another life!

 

Now he don’t talk too much, talk too much

He’s probably given up, given up

I think he’s had enough, had enough

Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck

You who are on the road
must have a code
that you can live by
and so become yourself…
because… the past is just a good-bye.

Teach your children well:
their father’s hell did slowly go by,
and feed them on your dreams.
The one they pick’s the one you’ll know by.

Don’t you ever ask them why.
If they told you, you will cry,
So, just look at them and sigh,
and know they love you.

And you, of tender years,
can’t know the fears that your elders grew by.
And so, please help them with your youth;
they seek the truth before they can die.

Teach your parents well.
Their children’s hell will slowly go by.
And feed them on your dreams.
The one they pick’s the one you’ll know by.
Don’t you ever ask them why.
If they told you, you will cry,
So, just look at them and sigh,
and know they love you.